RenaissanceMan
Select Thoughts from a Liberal Artist
vol. 8

Why I Don't Like My Dog

I raised her from before she was a pup. I thought long and hard about the name that would fit the strong beauty I knew she would be. And I was right. She was straight and strong and in so many ways like me but, at angles. Impish features she had, and cute. From her first cry, every hour with her uncovered my heart's longing. I rejoiced to watch her learn to respond to me and learn to understand me and learn to speak. I watched her mature. We saw the same moon and we howled in concert. But in a single day she found the pack and she lost me, the pack leader. With the rebel curs, their dark eyes intense with curious fire, she sprinted and bounded past the limits, into the dark and to places farther than voice can reach. When she returned her two ears were then one each: with half she loved me as before but half was pure rebel, unstable, complex and hard to train.

Venus marred

I loved her once but, twice I was enchanted; betrayed by the allure of her far-away look and stunned to a stupor by her sea -cold heart. I sought passion in a painted dream. I awoke clutching a disappearing shadow and swallowing the taste of tears.

Proverb

Self is the motivation of every man.

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